Jasper was using the toaster and heating a slice of bread before spreading Nutella all over it.
“With peanut butter.”
But I didn’t even need to say it. My brother was already grabbing the right jar. His eyes sparkled for a few moments, but they got darker when he saw me walk away.
“I’m just taking a shower, and I’ll be right there,” I reassured him. Damn it, I should spend more time with him.
“James Hunter, go to your room!”
It wasn’t my dad who was giving me that order but Tiffany. She bolted into the house, running like usual.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Hey, Jas. Jordan.” Jordan?
I turned around and saw my dad sitting at the dining room table. I hadn’t even noticed him.
“Move,” she said without even looking at me, she was in such a rush.
Tiffany rain into my room but before I could join her, my dad called me.
“Out with one, in with the other,” he murmured in a clearly disappointed tone.
“Jordan, eww,” I reprimanded him sarcastically.
“What? What you do, James?” Listen to this hypocritical asshole.
“They’re friends. Perv.”
“Jasper, when you’re older you’re not gonna have these types of friends, okay?” My brother shrugged dejectedly. My heart clenched in my chest.
I was taking time away from him again. But I had my own messes to clean up.
“Your best friend left five minutes ago,” I announced, going into my room, where my scent mixed with Tiffany’s.
“So what?” she asked with a smirk.
I looked at her from head to toe. Her wavy hair fell on her leather jacket over a tight top that wrapped over her solid, perky breasts and showed a large amount of her midriff.
“Why didn’t you come here together?”
“You’re a bastard. But she must’ve reminded you of that a lot already, right?”
“I was just joking. Right?” I parroted her. Tiffany shook her head, hiding a smirk.
“What happened?” I asked. This time I was the one who was impatient.
“I got in a fight with Taylor.”
“You’ll make peace like you always do.” I groaned absentmindedly, rummaging through the desk drawer where I found a half-empty baggie.
“No, this time you really screwed up. You’re not gonna like this.”
Obviously I didn’t give a fuck about their jealous-friend bullshit.
“Don’t you want to know why, James?”
“I can manage without it, thank you,” I retorted.
